ログインTracy POV:The voice on the phone kept laughing, making Noah's face turn cold. "Who are you?" he asked, but the man didn't answer. Instead, he said, "She remembers." I froze. Noah looked at me."Who?" The man laughed again. "Ask your precious Tracy what happened after she left the hotel." Then the call ended. Noah lowered his phone and looked at me. "What is he talking about?" I couldn't answer. My mind had already gone back five years to the hotel, the wedding, the hallway, the elevator, a strange man, a door, and a voice. My head started hurting."Tracy?" I closed my eyes. "I don't know."Noah stepped closer. "Don't lie to me." "I'm not." His expression softened. "Okay."I looked at the body lying face down on the road. I couldn't see her face. "Is she dead?" The driver nodded. "She isn't moving."Noah looked at his security team. "Nobody touches anything." Then he turned to me. "Let's go." I shook my head. "My purse." "We'll take it." "No." I reached for it, but Noah caught my wris
Tracy POV:"No." The word came out as a whisper. Noah stared at me, his phone still pressed to his ear. Claire's voice came through the speaker. "The security record shows Tracy entered the room with your mother." I quickly shook my head."I've never been inside the Kingston house." Noah looked at me. "I believe you."Claire continued, "There's more." Noah's face became serious. "What?""The footage is damaged, but the entry time is clear." "When?" "The night before the wedding."My heart started pounding. "I wasn't there." Noah looked at me. "I know." "You have to believe me." "I do." His answer came without hesitation. I stared at him, He didn't even pause, five years ago, I had begged him to say those words, now, he finally did but it was too late. Or maybe it wasn't, I didn't know anymore. Noah turned to the window, "Claire, send me the records." "I already have."His phone buzzed. He opened the file, and I stepped closer, a security report appeared on the screen. 11:42 P.M. AUTHO
Noah POV:“Father?” The word barely came out of my mouth. The man stood across the street, tall and older, with gray hair. But I knew that face, I had seen it in photographs, I had dreamed about it, I had mourned him, my father, Alexander Kingston, Dead for five years, except he wasn't dead.He looked straight at me, then turned and walked away. “Wait!” I ran after him. “NOAH!” Tracy shouted, but I didn't stop. My father crossed the street, and a car passed between us. For a moment, I lost sight of him. Then I saw him getting into a black SUV. “Father!”The SUV started moving. I ran after it, but it was already speeding away. I stood in the road, breathing hard. My mind couldn't understand it, my father was alive all these years, he had been alive.Why had he let me believe he was dead? Why had everyone lied to me?And why had he appeared now? When I returned, Tracy was standing beside Samuel, while Richard looked terrified. I grabbed his arm. “You knew.” Richard looked away.“You kne
Tracy POV:I couldn't take my eyes off Richard Kingston. He stood beside the black SUV, watching me through the windshield. Samuel sat quietly in the back seat.“Mom?” he asked. I looked at him through the mirror. “Yes?” “Why aren't you driving?” I forced a smile. “We're waiting for Dad.” He smiled. “Okay.”I looked back at Richard, he was still there, then my phone vibrated. Don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you. Another message appeared. I know who framed you. My heart stopped.Richard lifted his phone and motioned for me to lower the window, I didn't, I locked the doors again. He sighed and walked toward my car, I quickly called Noah. “Tracy?” “He's here.” “Who?”“Richard.” There was a pause. “Don't move. I'm almost there.” Richard stopped beside my window and mouthed, please. He pointed toward Samuel, then shook his head. He wanted to speak to me. I lowered the window a little. “What do you want?”Richard leaned closer. “Tracy, you have to listen to me.” “Why should I?” “Becau
Tracy POV:I couldn't breathe. I knew that face. Even after five years, I still remembered him. “You…” The man smiled. “Now you remember.” I stepped back. “You were outside the clinic.” “Yes.”“You followed me?” “For a while.” My stomach turned. “Why?” He didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his coat. I quickly grabbed the nearest thing I could find—a lamp.“Don't come closer.” He stopped. “Still brave.” “I'm not afraid of you.” It was a lie. My hands were shaking, and he noticed. “You should be.” “Who sent you?” His smile disappeared. “No one sent me.”“Then why are you here?” “Because you need to understand something.” “What?”“Your life was destroyed five years ago for one reason.” I swallowed. “What reason?”He looked toward the hallway. “Samuel.” My heart stopped. “Don't you dare talk about my son.”“He was the reason they needed you gone.” “What are you talking about?” He stepped closer.“Your relationship with Noah was never the real problem.” “Then what was?” “His inheritan
Tracy POV:I stared at the message until the words became blurry. And this time, I won't let you survive the truth. My fingers felt cold, I looked toward Samuel’s room, he was asleep and safe, at least for tonight.I quickly locked the front door, checked the windows, and then went back to Samuel. He hadn't moved, I sat beside his bed and watched him sleep.“Who are you?” I whispered, the woman’s voice on the phone had sounded familiar, I didn't know her name, but something about her voice frightened me. I closed my eyes, five years ago, who had been there? Noah, his family, the board, the hotel workers, Mia, Daniel, the police, everyone. I thought about each face until one memory suddenly stopped me.I remembered a woman standing beside Noah’s mother. She was beautiful and elegant, with long dark hair. She had smiled at me before the wedding and said, “You don’t belong in this family.” I had forgotten her name, but now I remembered. “Victoria.” The name left my lips, and my heart sta







